Blind Item #3 - Prisoner Of Hollywood - A Dancing Boy Blind

This is a hard one, but since I get all confessional early in the morning, here goes:

How do things work, to parrot a phrase from a certain late online publication known for stepping on toes? I'll tell you.

Yes, there really is a French billionaire patron (mentioned in "the long shadow of abuse" blind). He's the founder and chief an SF VC firm - the one with the upright five-pointed symbol in its name. They're the owner of my former employer, where as a young adult I was abused and exploited, then fired for reporting it. They're a streaming media co - no not Amazon or Netflix - but that's what they want: the consumer. And that's what I'll bring to them, along with the people I know and will meet in the business - content. (There's also a glam brand, for micro-budget filmmaking gear, which is closer to what they do: hardware and software.)

Here's the other part.

There's been an overture - through my new agent (as to the old one: ba ha ha!) - from someone in my past, someone I never expected to hear from again. Was it an apology? Nope: a proposal. It seems he's become aware that my star may be rising again (I guess he reads CDAN).

How he knows the other side I have no idea, but the truth is I've not been doing well. Yes, I've relapsed, and every day is a struggle. And he knows family are no help. His idea? He'll not just become my mentor again, but adopt me as his son. That way he'll be able to get legal guardianship of me (in the medical and financial sense - heading back to the psych ward, I guess), and no doubt, re-enact what happened in the past (what is he going to do, dress me like a little boy? probably!). (The fact that he's also a wicked talent - hard, but honest and fair in his artistic and professional guidance - just makes it all the more demented. I'm sure he knows too that it leaves me free to marry someone my own age. This would, of course, all be a matter of public record, at least.)

Why would I even consider that?

Just know that if I do, it may be a choice between that and eeking out a marginal existence for probably the rest of my life. (If I ever write a memoir, it will be called "Prisoner of Hollywood.") It may be the case that the only good I can do in the world, beside, hopefully, using my talents, is to stop this from being passed down again - lift people up, in other words, and ask and expect nothing in return. I am, maybe, already lost.

PS I want to add that my patron didn't know what he was buying - what they'd been up to, I mean (the previous owners, in Chicago, didn't tell him) - and has gone further than I even thought possible to reform the company. (In the end I'm just some actor and writer. He's a genius - one of the good elites.)